[a poem I wrote today]

Mourn Fully

These empty tables
Those empty chairs
Where we used to sup
As unmerited as favor

Afterimages of our sharp objects

For we see you in the mourning
Since it began to dawn on us
To what we've been subjected

Orphaned without order
Karaoke without crowds
With ever stranger clamour
To jettison the blase joy

For it seemed odd to say goodbye
Since we digested your release
From craving meager intimacy

Delicious though it was